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(Author's Notes)
Panel 1: On the way into town they find a tumbledown tin-roofed farm cottage on the outskirts, partly covered in ivy. There's a well in the side yard and an overgrown garden plot. Laudna peeks in the windows, one of which has a faded “For Rent” sign in it.
Laudna: Imogen! Come look at this. It’s perfect!
Imogen: You sure no one's livin' here?
Laudna: Oh yes, it looks quite abandoned.
Panel 2: Reverse angle as Imogen joins her at the window. The interior is very dusty and the wallpaper is peeling, but there are a few articles of furniture.
Laudna: It's even better than the last one. At least two rooms! And look at that rolltop desk!!
Imogen: Wonder if we can find out who owns it. Let's ask around in town.
Panel 3: The town square. There is a large, broad-limbed live oak tree in the center of town hung with lanterns, which makes Laudna a little anxious, and she slips her arm into Imogen's as they pass. Everyone seems friendly enough, no one is outwardly hostile to them, although they are the target of some curious glances.
Panel 4: On the street they are greeted by a smiling lagomore cleric of the All-Hammer.
Cleric: You gals new in town? We'd love to see your smilin' faces at the weekly sermon.
Panel 5: Inside a thrift store they find the owners of the cottage. Imogen talks to the man behind the counter, an elderly eisfuura of owlish shape. The window reads (backwards from the inside) “Hippogriff Gifts & Thrifts.”
Eisfuura Grandpa (Mr. Griff): That old place? Sure, we can rent it to you, if that's what you want. Just a warnin' -- no one's lived there for years, and I'm afraid we haven't kept up with the upkeep. Probably in need of some TLC.
Imogen: Well, I know just the right person for the job.


















